Chapter 12

When Potions class came again, Snape paired me up with Granger. He said we were the most acceptable students in the class, which meant in his words that we were the best. We sat in the middle of the classroom, having both Slytherins and Gryffindors glaring at us from each side.

Neither of us cared, working on our separate potion with ease. Nearing the end of the class, we were finishing up the potions when I felt a pulse of adrenaline come through me and my hand flew out, grabbing the falling ingredient.

I pulled it closer, opening my palm to see wormwood. I looked up at the person who had tried to toss it in.

Nott.

"What's this about, Nott?" I hissed..

"What's what about, Potter?" He smirked. "I'm trying to help you out with a forgotten ingredient. I'm being a good classmate."

I threw the wormwood at him and it hit him squarely in the chest, falling to the ground soon after, "If that went into my potion, which should have been added into yours three directions ago, it would have exploded!"

"I know when it should have been added!" he snapped. "I added it in."

"No, you didn't," Granger said calmly. "We had a single piece of wormwood each and you threw yours at her potion."

"No one asked you," he said and then his tone lowered, "No one asks filth for their opinion."

My lip curled up in a sneer, "Atleast her parents aren't racist prats."

"My parents aren't prats," he slammed a hand onto the table, making it rattle. "And atleast mine are alive."

"You didn't just bring my parents into this," I stood up. "My dead parents."

"You brought my parents into it first," he stood up too, only an inch or two taller than me.

"You called her filth," I looked him in the eyes, determination in my whole being.

"Becuase she is," he squared up. "Just like your mother and aunt and uncle. They're filthy creatures."

"The only person who is filthy is you and your inbred line!"

He grabbed his wand from the table, pointing it at my throat.

"I dare you to say—"

"Filthy inbred!"

I felt the tip of it heat up and twisted his wrist instantly, throwing his wand out of reach. I didn't even go for my own, shoving him to the ground between the tables before climbing over him. I brought up a fist and sent it into his nose, making a cracking sound before he gasped and we began to wrestle.

We were playing dirty, pulling each other's hair, ripping buttons from collars, and generally tumbling around on the ground as we fought. I straddled his stomach, going for my wand and raising it high.

I was ready to cast a spell, the words set in my mind and all I had to do was—

Snape grabbed my wrist.

"Rebekah," He growled, pushing my hand back down. "Get off him this instant."

I glanced down at Nott, seeing the bloody and crooked nose he had, and realised what I had done.

I stood up, dusting myself off as Goyle helped Nott up.

"Both of you, hospital wing," Snape said coldly. "Now."

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As Madam Pomfrey patched up us, making sure there was a bed between our own, Dumbledore sighed as he and Snape stood there. I crossed my bruised arms as I sat back on the bed, legs crossed over each other.

"I am disappointed in both of you," Dumbledore said. "Especially since you are in the same year, should you not get along?"

"I don't get along with people who call others MudBloods or filth," I spat towards Nott. "I'm not one for name-calling."

"Says the one who called my parents prats!"

"You called my dead parents into the conversation, and insulted my Aunt and Uncle by calling them filthy! That was uncalled for!"

"Is this true?" Dumbledore asked.

"Of course not, Headmaster," Nott said. "I was raised better than that."

I greatly doubted that when he gave me a look.

"Didn't seem like it to me," I said under my breath.

"Did you say something, Miss Potter?" Snape asked me.

I flushed. I didn't want to get caught saying that. "No, I didn't. I just sighed, sir. He almost blew up the classroom."

"Is that true, Severus?" Dumbledore asked him. He nodded.

"So what's our punishment?" I asked.

"Do you believe that you should get punished?" Dumbledore said.

"No, I shouldn't," Nott said.

"No, we shouldn't, but we will because we broke the rules and got caught," I glared at Nott, he huffed and nodded.

"That little squabble will cause you bothto have detention with Hagrid and help him feed the Thestrals every night for a week," Dumbledore said.

It wasn't just simply a squabble, the two of us went full out. I left my wand in my pocket. Although Nott reached for his, I had taken his wand by force and we both started wrestling on the ground. So now both of us had bruises on our arms and legs. The only reason it didn't get worse was because I took his wand and then Snape stopped me from using mine.

I didn't know what I was going to do, or even what spell I was going to use. I realised I was scared in that moment. I was scared of myself and what I could have done if Snape hadn't interfered. I had already thrown a punch because it was instinct, and then I had a spell in my mind to use, and I didn't even know how much damage it could have caused.

I couldn't lose control like that again.

I didn't want to hurt anyone.

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